Tolu Akinwole (Nigeria)
Like a sudden appearance of death,
The image intrudes on my vision,
Trampling underfoot every obstructing thought
Like a hurt man bent on revenge,
It reminds me of my offence
And brings to light my sins.
I feel the touch of conscience -
It's as a sharp needle thrust into a balloon -
For the time of forgetfulness,
Of favours so big, but soon forgotten.
The vision -
A painting of all my sins,
All results of forgetfulness
Lingers on in my mind.
The thief must be executed,
The killer must be killed,
But what heppens to the forgetful?
That is the thrust of my vision,
It's as a sharp needle thrust into a balloon.
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